"No Cock Blockers," I said into the softness of her hair. "Unless you want me cock blocked."
"That wouldn't be useful to me at all."
I laughed and spun her around so she was facing me. Looking down into her eyes, I pushed a loose strand of hair from where it was caught in her eyelashes and tucked it behind her ear. "Is that all I am to you? A cook and a cock?"
"That sounds like the title of a strangely hot porn movie." She paused. "But you could be worse things to me. Like a potential murder victim."
"Pretty sure I've spent twenty years being your potential murder victim." I grinned and wrapped my arms around her shoulders.
She slid hers around my waist and tilted her head back to meet my eyes. "Probably closer to twenty-two that I can remember, but close enough."
I dipped my head and brushed my lips over hers. "The more you talk, the less certain I am this is a good idea."
"Sex is always a good idea."
"I meant you and me."
"I know, but we've already established that this is a bad idea, so I chose to focus on the sex."
"I change my mind. You might be a good idea after all."
Raven threw her head back and laughed. The only way she stayed standing was because she was holding onto me, but the way her laugh bounced off the walls had me smiling down at her.
There was something about her when she laughed. It was so free and loud, so bright and warm. I could listen to it all day-as long as I was the person making her laugh. She needed to do it more. And by more, I meant all the time.
Her laugh tapered off into a gentle giggle before she went fully silent. A wide smile was still on her face as she brought her eyes back to mine. "I don't know why that was so funny, but it was."
"It really wasn't," I said. "I was just being honest."
"Maybe that's why it was funny. Because it wasn't actually funny at all."
"Raven? You talk a lot."
"I know, but I hear kissing shuts a girl up."
"Are you asking me to kiss you?"
She shook her head. "Merely planting the idea in your head."
It was my turn to laugh as I briefly rested my forehead against hers. She bent her fingers, grazing her nails across my back, and blinked up at me. The way her eyes glittered with her silent amusement pulled me in.
Raven Archer had her own gravitational pull, and I was afraid there was no breaking free.
I pushed my lips against hers. It was just a kiss, one measly little touch, but the warmth of her lips spread across my skin, teasing me into wanting more.
And want more, I did.
My hand snaked into her thick hair, and I swept my tongue across the seam of her lips. She shuddered as she parted them, allowing me to kiss her properly. The fabric of my t-shirt stretched as she pulled on it. It was simple but desperate.
My heart pumped fast, sending blood right down to my cock. She was right against me, and the exact moment she felt my growing erection was obvious in her tiny gasp, and in the way she leaned in to me.
It was amazing that we'd gone from hatred to this the way we had. It almost didn't seem real, but I wasn't going to risk it. I was going to take the chances I had, because she was becoming more and more addicting every day.
Raven pulled away. Entangling her body from mine, she grabbed my hand and tugged. Without a word, she lead me across her apartment and through a door at the opposite end of the living room. Opening it revealed it as her bedroom, and she really didn't need any words after that.
She pulled me through the door, kicked it shut, and leaned up to kiss me. Her fingers fumbled with my shirt, and mine with hers as we moved back toward the giant bed in the center of the room. Both our shirts had been discarded and lay on the floor by the time her legs bumped against the edge of the mattress.
Raven fell back naturally. The momentary loss of her hands on my body sent a chill across my skin. I leaned over her on the bed and grazed my teeth over her lower lip as her hands found my sides once more. Her back arched, pressing her body into mine, and she wrapped her legs around my waist to hold me against her.
Unlike before, that was all me, this was all her. She was pulling me in, guiding me where she wanted, telling me what she needed from me. And I let her, because the second we were no longer separated by clothes, she wouldn't have a say.
I think she knew that.
She knew that the moment I was inside her, she'd no longer have any control, so she was exercising it now.
I let her.
I let her run her hands over me, pull my cock against her, undo my jeans with her nimble fingers. Let her pull them down, let her slip her hands inside my boxers, let her tease my hard cock.